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The left bank, Paris

(1976)

Troy Perry was twenty-seven. His parents were rich. He’d lived a care-free life on their dime. Now he was in Paris… the City of Light… to delve into his artistic side.

Hercule his landlord was there to greet him… the apartment block was three stories high. There were two sets of 3 units, for each floor…one on the north side, and one on the south—all sharing a single spiral stairway, and an old-fashioned elevator (or ‘lift’ as the British would say).

“Yours is #4” Hercule said as he lead Troy up the stairs… not offering to help him with his bags, or to show him how to use the elevator.

“Elevator costs money” he had muttered, not wanting to expend the electricity.

They got to his door. Below him was apartment #2, and above him #6 with #1, $3, and #5 on the other side of the building.

Hercule showed him in, but stayed at the door.

Troy looked around… a single large room, and a side-door. “Toilet is through there…” Hercule said pointing with his chin. It was the only division in the area. There was a very large bed, complete with iron bedstead, and a simple kitchen along one wall.

Troy noticed a bay door and looked out to see a very small verandah… and views down the street towards the Seine. That was probably its best feature.

Hercule coughed as if he wanted something.

“Ah, yes” Troy said and fished out his deposit and two months rent.

Hercule gazed open mouthed at the wad of cash the young American had on him.

Hercule smiled when Troy caught him looking. Hercule handed him the keys and then left him alone.

And, Troy felt alone.

When that door closed on him… and he stood there by himself.

Moments later he heard Hercule admonishing someone and he heard it was a woman’s voice.

Troy went to the door and opened it.

Hercule was part way down the stairs and looked up to see Troy there and decided he didn’t want to continue his argument in front of him.

There were in fact two women there.. both in their early twenties. The two each carried a big brown paper bag of groceries.

“Bon jour” the tall dark-haired woman smiled as she continued up the stairs towards him.

“Bon jour” he nodded.

“Ah, you are American?” she said.

“What gave it away?”

“Your accent, of course” she laughed.

The smaller blonde skipped up the stairs. “This man… he is American” said the first woman

“Oh, right” she said in an Australian accent…”How ya going?” she asked, offering her hand.

“How am I going?” he asked. “I’m not going anywhere”

“She means how do you do?” the first said…

“Oh, okay”. He said.

He thought he’d start again.

“Hi, I’m Troy” he said, offering his hand.

“Elaine” the tall French woman said taking his hand with a soft gentle hold.

“Beth” the Aussie said, taking his hand in a firm handshake.

Each taking his offered hand in turn.

“What was all that about?” Troy dared to ask.

“It’s that sour-puss” Beth said

“The miser” Elaine added.

“He turned off the lift again.” Beth said.

“The lift?” Troy asked.

“The elevator” Elaine smiled.

“Oh, yeah… I noticed… I had to carry my bags up… by myself” Troy said

“Oh, sorry” he gasped. “Let me help” He took their bags, both and they accepted his offer to carry them up to the top apartment.

They were delighted with his gallant offer.

Elaine opened the door with the key and held the door for him.

He looked about and saw the apartment, though in very different decor, was set out like his.

He carried the bags over to the kitchen bench.

“Have you got this view?” Beth asked.

He went over to the bay door. Their view was even better, being higher up

“Would you care for dinner?” Elaine asked as she started unpacking.

“Um…?”

“Oh, go on” Beth said.

“Yes, please” Elaine said “I insist… your first night in Paris…”

“We can’t leave you alone” Beth smiled.

“By yourself” Elaine said.

“Um… okay” he said.

“We will have a steak, and vegetable” Elaine said.

“Elaine’s a really great cook” Beth enthused.

Troy looked around and realised that the two ladies only had the one bed.

He felt embarrassed to ask about that…

Beth pulled off her top. She was flat-chested and had no bra underneath.

“Do you want to fuck?” she asked as she started taking off her jeans.

“What?”

“Fuck…” she said as if the word should have been known.

He looked back at Elaine.

“Please… whilst I make the meal…”

“What?”

He knew Europeans were open minded. Having never met an Aussie before he had no idea that they were just as brazen… maybe more so.

She had a hairy minge. And, she didn’t shave under her arms (but only a light fur there).

“Do you want to?” she urged as she took his hand.

“Look… I….”

She began to undo his belt.

“Come on, let me suck it then…” she said frankly.

He looked back at Elaine who was ignoring them and then down at Beth already on her knees, pulling his cock out.

He watched at how ravenous she took his cock. She looked up at him grinning as she working his shaft. “This is a big one” she gasped and then took him in her mouth.

He looked again back at Eliane but she was busy chopping celery and carrots.

He gazed back down at Beth who wasn’t looking at him anymore, she concentrated on his cock. “Mmmm-mmmmm” she murmured as she sucked.

“Oh, fuck!!” he gasped and started coming. She grinned again connecting eye contact as she swallowed his load.

She licked the eye of his cock to get the last drops and then left him hanging as she got up and rushed over to Elaine.

He watched as Beth offered her hand to Elaine and Elaine lapped at the come.

Beth skipped back licking her hand. “Will you eat me?” she asked as she drew him towards the bed…

“Um.. yeah…sure…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never eaten pussy before?” she laughed as she leapt backwards onto the bed.

“No… it’s just that…”

“He’s just a little shy” Elaine gently scolded Beth.

“Shy?”

“Americans… so puritanical” Elaine said.

Troy had never felt ‘puritanical’ before but if you compared his attitudes to casual sex to theirs… then that would seem an accurate label.

He licked out Beth who was so eager to have his tongue inside her…

As they sat around the small table eating, and Elaine pouring him wine they talked about why Troy had landed in Paris.

Elaine had been a little less impressed with him until he started talking about painting. She admired that he was an artist.

“Come, you fuck me, now” she said rising from the table and offering her hand.

“You must have impressed Elaine” Beth giggled over her wine glass. “She hardly ever takes a cock…”

“What?” he gasped….

“Do not worry” she said “I have the pill…”

“No… it’s just that…”

“You… you want to do me in the asshole?” she asked thinking that was the issue.

He was non-plussed at just how casual they changed to talking about anal sex….

“He likes to bugger girls?” Beth joked.

“It is okay….” Elaine said

“We’ve got lube” Beth enticed.

“No… it’s… oh, never-mind” he gasped and allowed himself to be taken to the bed. She slid out of her clothes so quickly.

Elaine was tall, sleek, but she had amazing breasts, 36GG size.

She turned and drew off his shirt, just pulling it up over his head. She kissed his chest and then moved down to where his hairs grew up from his groin to his belly-button and she toyed with these, twirling them in her fingers before kissing his abdomen all over.

He felt hands wrap around him and realised Beth was undoing his pants.

He couldn’t believe it.

Eliane rose up and sleekly like a cat went back to the bed and lay down.

Beth helped him step from his pants and undies.

She ran a finger up his ass-crack, that made him jump. She giggled and tasted her finger as she motioned with her eyes that there was French cunny there waiting for him.

He went to Elaine and she opened her legs as he climbed onto the bed.

Beth had gone back to her chair and with one foot up on it and her legs apart she fingered herself as she watched.

Troy had an amazing night. He went back to his room almost in shock… as of he’d been raped.

The following day he went and saw the sights, and also collected some materials from an art supply shop.

As Troy came up the front steps and into the atrium he noticed the door to #2 was ajar.

He paused… that moment where you don’t know whether its right and proper to see if everything’s alright… or whether that’s just being a nosey neighbour…

As it happens the door suddenly opened wide and Troy was confronted with a quite handsome young man.

“Yes?’ he asked.

“Sorry…” Troy gasped.

“Ah, you are ze American in #4”

“Yes”

“How nice to have such a handsome man on top of me…” he said.

He smiled.

Troy didn’t know if he was being weird, or just a poor choice of words.

“I am Marc” the man said offering his hand.

“Troy” Troy said taking it… it was a very soft hand… but at the same time Marc’s grip was strong and manly.

Then Troy noticed inside… the bed was in a different position and he could see it… and the naked man lying on his stomach on the bed.

“Um…” Troy gasped.

“Ah… you would like to come in?” the man said.

“No thanks” Troy sniped and then realised he was using a rather hostile tone.

“You… you have a problem?” Marc asked.

“No… no problem” Troy lied.

He tried his best to hide how sick it made him feel… knowing what Marc ‘was’.

“Look, is that the time…?” Troy gasped gazing at his wrist-watch as if suddenly aware of some need to be somewhere else…

“I see” Marc said accusatively.

“Gotta go… see you around”

“Oh, I’m sure of it” Marc smiled.

Troy didn’t know what to make of that.

Troy flew up the stairs, in some cases bounding up several steps at once.

He dropped some stuff off in his room, picked some stuff up, and then rushed up to the girls. He was more careful in going this time as he carried a large paper bag.

“The door’s unlocked” Elaine called as she heard him.

He stepped in to see Elaine sitting in bed, with Beth eating her out.

“Ah, Troy” Elaine smiled casually “Did you get the wine?”

He pulled a bottle part way out of the bag to show her.

“Ah, magnifique!” she grinned and with her long hand waved to the kitchen bench “There” she said.

He took the wine over and set it down.

“Would you like to join us?” she hummed.

“Would I ever?” he grinned as he started to undress.

“Would you like to fuck Beth’s… how you say…anous”

“Anus…” Beth corrected before Elaine pushed her head back in place.

“Ah, yes” Elaine said.

“Um… not really” he said. He’d never fucked anyone in the ass and it din’t appeal to him.

“Oh, go on” Beth whined.

“Please… do not stop!” Elaine gently scolded her.

He gazed at Beth’s hips, but pussy was what he drooled at.

He climbed onto the bed behind Beth and spitting on his hand he wiped her labia with it.

He spat again, this time wiping his cock and then eased into her furry hole.

Beth’s face was pressed up into Elaine’s pussy and Elaine gasped.

He had another wonderful night.

Marc strode out onto his balcony. It was 3am. He stretched his arms out wide. His naked body caught in the dim lights of street and moon.

He turned his muscular figure around and bending a little leapt up, catching hold of the balcony above he leapt over onto it. He went straight to the bay door and tested it… locked.

He took hold of the metal handle and with a slight twist sheered it off.

His large ten-inch cock swayed in the cool of the darkness… testing the way again he was able to open it now…

He took in a deep breath inhaling the male muskiness inside. His cock began to grow hard. He almost salivated in anticipation of the meal ahead.

He moved quietly to where Troy slept. He took his cock and positioned it a little near Troy’s mouth and as he stroked his cock pre-cum dripped onto Troy’s sleeping lips.

In his sleep Troy’s tongue flicked out and licked his lips, tasting Marc’s pre-cum.

“Hmmmm-mmmm” Troy moaned. Now he would be unable to wake.

Marc peeled off Troy’s sheets and inhaled again that manly odour.

“Mmmm” he sighed.

He eased Troy onto his stomach and then began pulling Troy’s pants down.

“Fuckkkkk” he gasped as he revealed Troy’s peach-fuzz white ass.

Eagerly Marc climbed over Troy and wetting his cock a little guided it to Troy’s asshole. “Mmmm-baby” he sighed as he circled Troy’s ass with his cock. “You’re going to love this…”

He pushed forward, easing slowly into Troy’s virginal anus. “Oh, yessss” Marc sighed.

He was slow to push in deeper and deeper, it didn’t matter to him the smells wafting up from Troy’s ass-hole. It was all ambrosia to Marc… even the squelch he felt as he drove up into Troy’s rectum was all past of the experience to savour

Marc drove his huge cock all the way that he could and then as he lay over Troy, like a predator on its prey he delved into Troy’s mind.

Physical connection brought about a psychic connection.

Troy twitched.

“Shhh” Marc whispered into his ear as his mind delved into Troy.

A part of Troy’s subconscious wanted to get away… and he twitched again… but… he couldn’t wake.

“Shhh, honey” Marc whispered “This will be over soon, I promise…”

Marc’s cock slowly pumped Troy and he flooded Troy’s unconscious minds with obscenity…

“Nnnn-nnnn” Troy cried in his sleep

“Give into it” Marc whispered as he continued to poison Troy’s mind….

Troy had images of asses, cocks, desire, come, male bodies, desire, smooth muscular figures, desire, cock, desire, cock…..

“That’s it” Marc grinned and he thrust in one deep push and came in Troy’s bum.

Troy whimpered. His cock was rock hard and Marc was feeling it, seeing that his work was taking.

Marc kissed the back of Troy’s neck and drew out of him.

Troy’s ass erupted with a long trombone-sounding fart.

Marc took in a deep breath

“Oh, baby” he gasped “You don’t know how sweet your ass smells”

He pulled Troy’s pants back up and rolled him carefully back over, and then tucked him in. He kissed him and then feeding his cock to Troy dropped a few more drops of penis fluid into Troy’s mouth.

Marc went over to the door. Yes, it was broken. He couldn’t hide that… He didn’t care. He stepped onto the railing and then dropped straight back to his own level.

He felt alive and he could still hear Troy’s mind in his… they were still connected, for the time being.

Troy woke a little after 19am to the hammering on his door.

“Huhhh?” he groaned.

“Open up” Beth said angrily.

“What?” he gasped and got up. He felt a little light-headed.

He opened the door.

Beth stormed in “What’s the idea of you standing me up?” she snapped.

“What?”

“We were supposed to go to the Lourve this morning!”

“Yeah, at 8am”

“It’s fucking 10am now!”

He felt an uneasiness in his stomach.

“Oh, I can’t stay angry at you” she suddenly calmed and went to embrace him.

He suddenly reeled back.

“What the fuck’s that smell?” he gasped.

“Huh?”

“That….?” he gasped sniffing the air. “Oh, God…” he gasped as he felt ill.

“What are you talking about?” she cried and went to him to feel his forehead—if he had a temp.

He reeled back again “Oh, God” he cried “It’s… it’s disgusting….”

“What is?”

“Can’t you smell it?”

She sniffed “No? What?”

He took in another deep breath and then pushing her away he ran to the bathroom and dry wretched.

She went to him and he suddenly realised it was her.

“What have you been into ?” he gasped.

“What do you mean?”

“You smell?”

“Me?” she gasped. She raised an arm and sniffed her armpit.

She couldn’t smell anything wrong. He looked at her

“it’s…” he gasped as he realised… it was her cunt…

“Fuck! I’m going to be sick” he gasped and dry wretched again back over the bowl. He felt like he was going to throw-up but fortunately nothing came up.

“Your pussy smells foul…” he said.

“What the fuck are you on about?” she gasped.

“Oh, God… go wash or something….” he cried.

“You fucking sick dog” she gasped and she kicked him hard in the ass before storming out…

He started to breathe more easily. He went to the bay door to let more fresh air in, and barely noticed the broken lock.

He inhaled deeply.

He felt a little horny and went over to his bed and lay down. He pulled out of his side-draw two girly magazines and as he played with his cock and looked at them he found his cock was still flaccid.

“What the fuck?”

He couldn’t get it up looking at those French babes.

He threw the magazines on the floor and found his hand casually feeling his own backside.

“What?” he gasped… he fingered his ass… and he pushed in… His cock was now rock hard.

“What the fuck?” he gasped.

Still, he jerked himself off with one hand as he fingered himself with the other… he came… he came hard… and a lot… all over his sheets.

He stopped for a moment to contemplate this… and… the smell.. he never realised how good sperm smelt before… He caught himself lapping up his own jizz.

“Fuckkkk?” he cried confused as he licked his lips.

He went to the bathroom and had a long shower… confused.

Marc stood directly below him, in his own apartment. He smiled. His mind however was losing the connection now with Troy.

“Soon, baby” he smiled and contemplated feeding again.

Troy knocked on the door of #6. He felt bad about what he had said to Beth… that was amazingly rude.

Elaine opened the door. The moment she did he almost gagged at the smell.

“Well?” she snapped “I heard what you said to Best… have you come here to grovel?”

She noticed him holding the back of his hand against his nose.

“Well?” she asked.

He was revolted by the smell. He had gone there to consciously apologise but now his subconscious reaction… the smell of her cunt was powerful, and repulsive.

“Well?” she snapped again.

He turned his head to cough and splutter. He barely heard her slam the door as he felt a welling up of illness from his gut./

He made his way downstairs to his door… feeling ill. Almost stumbling.

He paused at his door.

Something… something delicious was in the air… He inhaled it and followed downstairs till he stood outside #2… Marc’s door.

Marc opened it, as if knowing Troy was there.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Um…” Troy didn’t know what to say. The smell was delicious.

“Would you… like to come in?” Marc asked.

“Ah.. .no… I….”

“Please… come in…”

“No, I shouldn’t….”

“But… you want to…”

“Yes” Troy said.

Marc stepped aside and et him in.

Troy immediately looked around to see that they were alone.

“Feeling a little queer?” Marc grinned.

“Yes… I have been” Troy said not picking up on the pun.

“Please… sit down…” Marc said… “Let me get you something to drink,…”

“Thanks…”

Marc collected a large cup, but he went into the bathroom.

Troy looked around the apartment and then Marc came out with a cup full of ‘cream’.

“Here… drink this…” he said.

“Thanks” Troy said.

Troy tasted it.

“Say… this is really good…”

He gulped it down, a little salty… and warm.. quite warm…

He drank it all and found himself licking the inside of the cup….

He hadn’t even asked what it was.

“Would you like some more?”

“Yeah, thanks. I mean… please”

Marc unzipped and drew his hard cock out.

“What the fuck?” Troy gasped

“You wanted more….”

“No… what?”

March began coming in the cup.

“What the fuck! You faggy psycho!” Troy got up to his feet. He had his hands as fists, he was really angry.

He stormed away to the sound of Marc’s laughter…

Troy raced back to his apartment… soon he was fingering his ass again as he masturbated…It felt so good….

That night he fell asleep late. He didn’t notice the silhouette outside watching him. Waiting.

Marc slithered in and again put Troy into a deep sleep with a drop of his premium…

And again, Marc positioned Troy for the feeding.

Marc mounted Troy

And as he pushed into him he re-connected to Troy’s mind.

He began his routine of slowly humping Troy’s soft sweet ass

“You love this” he whimpered into Troy’s ear. “Cock feels good inside you” he whispered.

Troy murmured.

Troy has an erection.

Marc’s mind delved into Troy’s… filling him with the images of pink cocks… hard pink cocks… delicious hard pink cocks… and a wave of come….

“That’s it baby” Marc whispered as he felt Troy’s submission. “You want it so badly…”

And then Marc came in him… completing their bond.

Troy rose in the morning feeling alive. Refreshed. He was naked… he didn’t recall going to bed naked. He found himself staring at his form in a long mirror.

“Look at that ass” he said as he felt its firmness. He felt his own ass and a part of him thought of fingering it again…

Then another part of him wondered why he found his ass so … intriguing.

“This will turn a lot of heads…” he said.

Then he caught himself.

“What?” he gasped….

He had turned to show his ass whole and he was peeling his ass cheeks apart…. “What the fuck?” he gasped, standing up straight. This was not him…! This was not who he was… he liked girls!

He dressed. A part of him felt he needed to confirm his heterosexuality and he raced up the stairs to see the girls.

But even as he approached… the smell…

“Oh, God” he gasped and he went to the stair’s railing as if to heave…

He went back to his floor and then… that other smell…. wafting up, delicious…

He found himself outside Marc’s door… and it was ajar.

He opened it.

Marc was there, with the stranger on his bed naked.

Marc was slowly humping the guy and Troy found himself entranced as he watched that massive cock piston in and out of that soft backside.

Marc turned and smiled and rose up off the guy.

Marc stood there proudly naked.

“Come in”

Troy, despite himself grew hard.

He went in and the door closed behind him as if by magic

And, as if in a daze Marc had him undress. Troy was lead to the bed and he lay down on it. The stranger eased off to his side to let Troy lie down there.

Marc mounted him.

“Oh, Goooodddddd” Troy gasped as he was penetrated… it hurt… but it felt so good.

“That’s it baby” Marc said “Take it like a man….”

“Oh, yessss” Troy cried “Fuck me….”

“Say it”

“FUCK ME!” Troy cried.

And then Troy came…. His ass on fire… but his balls emptied his jizz onto the bed as Marc pumped him from above.

Troy could never take to pussy ever again